Date: July 18th, 2025 11:52 AM
Author: Paralegal Muhammad
They betrayed up and they betrayed down imho. That is the story of the Boomers. A generation fat with numbers and flush with inheritance, they spat on the grave and salted the womb.
First came the fathers. Silent men. Grey. Hard. Tight-lipped from the Depression. Sand in the boots from Normandy, Guadalcanal, Inchon. The Boomers saw them and laughed. Called them squares. Dinosaurs. Shot them in the back in the jungle. Literally, in some cases. Officers with too much dignity. Too much command. Fragged by pot-smoking lieutenants who’d read too much Mailer and not enough Clausewitz.
They came home and stormed the universities, pushing out the aged Deans. Took over the companies before the ink dried on their MBAs. Started wearing jeans in the boardroom. Said greed was good. Laughed when old men stumbled. Replaced them with mirrors. “Don’t trust anyone over 30,” they said—until they were 30. Then they changed the locks.
They killed their fathers and wore their suits.
But what they did to the generations that followed was worse.
They pulled the ladder up and sawed it to splinters.
Gen X came next—thin and ragged, born between divorce papers and Reaganomics. No pensions. No land. Raised on latchkeys and microwaved dinners. Fed a diet of Nirvana and moral chaos. The Boomers told them to hustle, to innovate, to bootstrap. But the gates were closed. Housing was already bought. Markets already cornered. Power already kept. Gen X inherited a cubicle and a 401(k) and was told to be grateful.
They blamed the Millennials, too. Called them entitled. Spoiled. Addicted to screens. But it was the Boomers who outsourced the jobs, inflated the diplomas, and turned every institution into a brand. They sold out the church, the school, the government—anything that smelled like legacy or sacrifice. Left the kids debt-ridden and medicated, then asked why they were so anxious all the time.
The Boomers played both ends against the middle and then took the middle too. They walked away fat and flush, trailing stock options, driving RVs, and posting about their grandkids from Scottsdale. They left no inheritance but despair. No wisdom but slogans. No trail but ashes.
They betrayed their elders in the name of progress.
They betrayed their children in the name of preservation.
And still they ask why the world feels lost.
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